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Naraht is in the bar. He's over at a table playing with a holo-reader. What is being displayed might seem totally incomprehensible to some people. To others, it looks like plans for a matter/energy transporter. Naraht is looking into cost and maintainance issues before asking about possibly getting a transporter to the upper floors installed.

Feel free to interrupt him, though.

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Amanda smiles fondly at her friend, "What would you like?"

"What I would like is about three slabs of white marble with a heavy dusting of alabaster powder," he says with a smile in his voice. "But Mother would drop a load of ore on me if she found out I was stuffing myself with dessert food. Some granite with maybe shale chips and crude oil on the side would be nice."

Amanda laughs, "Very well. But I wouldn't tell."

she calls over a wait-rat and orders the granite and shale chips and crude oil on the side for Naraht and a dessert plater or herself.

"Have you been back to your ship?"

"Not yet," he admits as he scoops up some crude oil with a shale chip. "I should really go back soon but...I would really like to know that Lincoln made it back safe before I do."

"He's still not back yet? What sort of danger is he in?"

"Of being vivisected," Naraht says darkly. "Lincoln has lived all of the life that he can remember...which isn't much because his memory starts as an adult not long ago...at some place called the Institute. He and his friends are kept quite sheltered and ignorant by the people in charge there. You would not believe what all he's had to have explained to him."

Naraht pauses for a few bites. "Anyway, the Institute runs a lottery. They are told that the winners thereof get to go live on some island paradise.

"Lincoln found out differently. The winners of this lottery wind up on dissection table for some reason known only to the twisted minds who run that place."

The vapor coming from under Naraht's body takes on a decidedly acrid scent. "Apparently Lincoln and his friend Jordan went back to try to discover more of what is going on...but didn't take any back-up with them."

"Why not? Guess it doesn't matter, if they come back and need some help, just ask."

"What do Jordon and Lincoln look like so I can keep an eye out for their return?"

"The reason is probably a combination of fear that the Door would vanish if they didn't take it right then with a large helping of naive impetuosity," Naraht sighs. "I'm afraid I've not met Jordan, so I can't help you there. As for Lincoln..."

Naraht rattles off a description of how Lincoln looked to a mermaid's eyes.

"I wish like hell I had a holo of him...I wonder if Bar could help with that."

Even if bar can't come up with a holo, Amanda has a pretty good idea of what he looks like form Naraht's description.

"I suppose. How the young survive I'm not always sure."

A chuckle. "Oh I suppose we have more than our fair share of dumb luck," he says.

"I'm glad, it would have been a shame to miss out on the opportunity to meet you."

"Hopefully mine won't run out before I reach 17," Naraht says.

"Well, we'll just have to see what we can do to see to that. Just remember to ask for help."

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